Husband Pay Miss Rania
Chapter 102 (Entertainment of Literature)

...Don't forget this part!...

...Happy reading...

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Literature raised both eyebrows when he saw Alex's car parked in the Citra yard. His hands clenched tightly, imagining the proximity of Citra to Alex made both of Literature's hands tightly clenched with immense jealousy in his heart.

Literature can't let Citra get any closer to Alex. With a face so flat Literature got out of her car. Literature walked firmly towards the main door belonging to Citra. Faint Literature heard the voice of the frightened Image even the woman was heard asking for help.

Until something happens with Citra then Literature will not release Alex just like that, he will beat Alex at that time.

"T-please..."

"Partner!" literature with panic.

Literature tried to break the door but unfortunately the door was already in the key and Literature increasingly panicked to hear the voice of Citra's moans who continued to ask for help. Sastra believes Citra has been very frightened, he did not give up Literature continues to break the door Citra home strongly but has not yet opened.

Literature ran towards her car picking up something that could open the door. Fortunately, he brought several workshop equipment keys in case his car broke down on the road.

After retrieving the key Literature ran towards the back door. "Darling, be patient! I'm going to beat Alex up after this," Sastra said softly even sweat had come out of her forehead because of her panic-stricken horn.

Literature seemed a little relieved because he managed to break into the door of Citra's house. Literature kicked the door until it made a very loud sound.

Brakes....

The door of Citra's house is broken. Literature stared in anger at Alex who had already pierced the frightened body of Citra.

With a run Literature approached Alex and Literature. Literature immediately quickly pulled Alex away from the body of Citra.

"Suck!" literature swearing that directly hit Alex strongly.

Bukk...

Bukk...

"Bag lo!" shouted Literature loudly.

The unprepared Alex finally succumbed to a very hard literary punch.

"Don't interfere!" said Alex who tried to turn things around but Literature did not give a reproach to Alex hurt him.

Like a man who was in a trance Literature continued to beat Alex to battered.

"Whatever concerns your image will deal with me, Alex. A man like you won't let me live!" say Literature with cruel.

Alex tried to hit Sastra and managed to hit her face but Sastra did not flinch her face so flat.

"Partner belongs to me. You don't interfere!" said Alex who was battered.

Literature grins. "Our? The image is mine since long ago! Even though we're divorced, but I'll refer to Citra so don't mess with me!" speak Literature sharply.

"Ooo so you're past the image that made him unwilling to accept me due to trauma. I make sure that the image will remain mine" Alex said with a grin.

Literature increasingly ignited emotions hearing Alex's words, there is no mercy Literature hit Alex until Alex vomited blood but instead grimaced in pain Alex instead chuckled which made Literature even more furious.

"Crazy!"

Buk...

Alex loses his consciousness after Sastra hits him hard repatted in the man's nose.

Literature smirked by wiping the blood at the corner of her lips. He immediately remembered with Citra, he immediately ran over to Citra who was inching on the sofa with a trembling body.

"Partner!" call Literature slowly.

The image does not respond at all. The woman's face hid behind her knees which made Sastra very worried, she tried to touch Citra but the woman was immediately frightened.

Literature immediately embraced Citra tightly, he tried to see the face of Citra. "Look at me, Citra!" speak Literature gently.

"Th-fear!" muttered Citra with a trembling voice.

"Please!"

The Heart of Literature felt pain when it saw the image's face that was so messy that even the woman's gaze was completely blank.

"This image is me, Literature!" sastra said by cupping Citra's face but the woman utu seemed not to recognize it.

"IMAGOGY!" literature cried out with worry as slowly the eyes of the woman he loved closed tightly.

Without thinking any longer Literature directly carried Citra and brought Citra to his car. Literature is very worried about the state of Citra, with a very chaotic mind Literature covered Citra's body with her suit and Literature immediately drove her car quickly no matter what Alex was lying unconscious in Citra's house.

"Wake, Honey. My fault! I shouldn't have left you again!" literature blames itself.

Literature hugged Citra from the side and said her hand again she used to drive.

"You stupid literature!" shouted Literature with deep regret in her heart.

Even Sastra to the point of crying out for his stupidity, seeing the pale face of Citra made the chest of Literature so very tight.

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"Dok, please my future wife!" literature shouted in panic as he reached the hospital.

The sisters directly helped Sastra to put Citra in the gurney, quickly some sisters pushed the Citra gurney which was followed by Sastra.

"Sir please wait outside for the doctor to examine the patient immediately!" said the sister held Literature who wanted to join mssuk.

"I have to make sure my future wife is okay with me, Sus!" speak Literature with worry.

"You better wait outside, sir. The doctor will check the patient immediately!" said the Sister who made Sastra sighed violently after the ER door closed Literature punched the wall very hard.

He hates himself who always fails to make the image happy. "Arghhh.." shouted Literature loudly which made the people in the hospital stare at him strangely.

Literature sat in the waiting room with an erratic feeling, she rubbed her face violently. "Sorry!" literary Mumbles with a soft sob.

Time passed and Sastra felt the doctor very long to examine the Image until Literature stood up from her seat walking uneasily in front of the door. Until the door opens but can not make Literature relieved.

"How's my future wife doing, Doc?" ask Literature impatiently.

"We'd better talk about it in my room, sir. There is something very serious that I will talk to you about" said the doctor who made Sastra wary but still nodded and followed the doctor.

Arriving at the doctor's room Literature immediately sat in front of the doctor with an uncertain feeling.

"What are you going to talk about, Doc? My wife-to-be is fine, right?" ask Literature with anger.

The doctor breathed heavily. "Trauma Citra's mother experienced looks getting worse, sir. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) experienced by the mother Citra makes the condition of the mother Citra very concerning. Ibu Citra no longer responds when I call, her views are very empty and this is very dangerous for herself when Citra's mother lives alone. He could have hurt himself or at worst he could have killed himself. I suggest you always accompany him so that he does not feel lonely which makes his emotions more ignited. May I ask? What causes mother Citra look worse? Because as I know, the situation has improved when you accompany him therapy," said the doctor who makes Sastra increasingly blame himself.

"It's my fault, Doc. I left Citra alone at home because of work until the boss came and almost memper*sa Citra if I came late earlier," said Sastra with weight.

"It is fitting that the condition of Citra's mother looks deteriorating again. I hope you don't leave her Mom Citra for a second, sir. Because I was worried that Citra's mother would hurt herself because she was anxious and afraid to remember the incident," said the doctor who made Sastra nodded his head.

"I've been able to meet Citra, Doc?" ask Literature.

"Already, Sir. Remember my message, sir. And try to talk to him who makes the heart of Citra's mother happy," said the doctor who was influenced by Sastra.

"Good, Doc. Excuse me!"

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Literature stared at Citra with its own glance. The image is conscious and the woman opens her eyes but what makes Literature sick is the view of the image that looks very empty.

"Hey.." greet Literature hoarsely.

"Say you want to heal but how is it like this again hmm? Where is the image that is always cheerful?" ask Literature with sadness.

Literature put the image's hand on her cheek. "The promise will always be there for you, dear. Heal yes! We'll be together again so you don't get lonely. What do you want? A walk, some good stuff, or a vacation abroad? How about we go to the beach? Want to not hmm?"

Literature continues to invite Citra to speak but Citra does not respond at all which makes Literature smile wryly. Perhaps it was time for him to take the decision to quit his job and be determined to look after Citra.

"Are you tired? Wanna rest? Yes, yes! Can I sleep next to you?"

Sastra knew Citra would not respond by slowly rising to the top of the gurney where Citra lay. Literature brought Citra into his arms.

"Please speak Image! You better be angry with Mas than you are silent like this," murmured Literature softly.Even Literature returned to tears by peeping the top of the head of Citra with affection.